(Verse 1)
Yo all I need's a working needle so the record could play
A funky rhythm to accompany my head with a sway
A piece of paper to convey what I've been destined to say
And just enough skunk to puff for me to get through the day
Cause I'm grateful, and that's the reason I pray
But if I got enough then I'ma hit the weed right away
As I wake and bake to the beat of that break
So you say we're the same, but I don't see it that way
I'm tryna get ahead and give it my best
I'm gonna press eject on anyone who's in it for checks
I'm tryna represent by adding on the gifts that I'm blessed
I'm tryna resurrect and carry on traditions that left
And not just rap, but Jazz, Funk, Rhythm and Blues
Before they called it Rock n Roll and it was stripped of its roots
I'm tryna, combine body, mind, and soul with your intuition
Vinyassa Yoga with conscious culture and Hinduism
Because they've potty trained our minds in the matrix
But through concentration and God we're designed as escapists
Till as a race we see that we on the rise
While growin', learnin', forward turnin' leading meaningful lives
So let's, break this barrier and pack more blunts
Like why can't we be happier and have more fun?
I stroll stoned with a right to fight
Got muchies and a heightened appetite for life
(Chorus x2)
So with a tight grip on the page I'ma jot it
And with a mic fist on the stage I'ma rock it
But no nice shit cause I ain't really makin' a profit
And it's like this because that's just The Way That I Got It
(Verse 2)
Yo it's the Grandmaster, here to command the track badder
Gettin' fans in the rafters hands to clap faster
I'll handle any factor with planned exact data
And damage any rapper or man for that matter
Teach your mind to heed the volumes that I speak
From the top of the peak down to the bottom that I reach
This is knowledge that I preach, casually flowin' naturally
In fact I'm feelin' bad for whoever's gotta go after me
While people keep on askin' me why I'm skinny?
Cause all I do is rap and pack a bag of weed in the philly
Admittedly all of my money goes to blazin' the purp
Cause blowin' 8ths of herbs my only motivation to work
Plus I'm more comfortable speakin' to percussions over drums
Then one on one's unless we have discussions over blunts
I ain't forcin' it cause I know less is more for the win
I'm havin' fun and hittin' up some record stores on the whim
And you could too but first stop choosin' to conform
And view the Earth's work as God's Universal form
As love echoes over this amazing terrain
Rivers of blood vessels flowin' through our veins and our brain
Cause I've learned from the game and give credit to B.I.G.
This is Life After Birth and I'm Ready To Live
(Chorus x2)
So with a tight grip on the page I'ma jot it
And with a mic fist on the stage I'ma rock it
But no nice shit cause I ain't really makin' a profit
And it's like this because that's just The Way That I Got It
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
